"You like this car too?" Prince leaned over. "You have a good eye, there aren't many models in the country, I wonder who it belongs to. How could he have driven it here?"
the youngster remained silent. She reached out to caress her nose as she took another glance at the Lamborghini.
Hunter turned over, his arms folded around his chest and brows arched. "It belongs to our captain, you both better stay away or be prepared to pay."
"Captain?" the youngster's eyes deepened.
Hunter didn't bother turning around. "You'll be able to see him after surviving three days."
Prince didn't seem interested as anyone who could drive a sports car into base camp definitely had a formidable background.
As compared to the captain, he was more intrigued by this black little fellow. But he hadn't expected the youngster to be so unfriendly despite it being their first meeting. He had really taken all the beef away, with the word, "Payment."
